Testi Barefoot Boy. - Harry Chapin

Barefoot Boy.

Oh, barefoot boy
Once he came unto a land of forests
And of streams
That tumbled through the meadows to the sea
He called it home for many were its wonders
And he learned to live upon the land
Taking only what he needed
Barefoot boy
He don’t like the concrete
Seek the country any way he can
Barefoot boy
He’s fading down your street
I know he’ll never come this way again
And time passes on
In this life of always changing
People coming
Building cities
Cut your forest
Pave your highway
Oh barefoot boy
Wraps his blanket 'round his shoulders
Says goodbye to misty valleys
Once more he sets off to wander